S/N: This story is rated M for a reason. It is graphic, crude, violent, lemony, and has shonen-ai (yaoi) rape and willingness in it. This isn't for narrow minded idi- readers to read so if you don't like shonen-ai then don't read my story!
Disclaimer: Don't own Fake, never have, never will. Wish I did though, but you know what they say, wish in one hand shit in the other, which gets heavier faster. Yeah so people might not know it, but the shit gets pretty heavy…
Prologue
He did it again. Another night of picking my self up off of the floor after another one of hisbeating. Swallowing down the blood and the bile, nursing another borage of wounds caused by his drunken hands. I've never been so taunted by the idea of death before. I have the knife in my hand, wrist bare and ready. Will the pain stop this way? Will it all be over? I drag the knife up my pale, slender wrist; the first cut hurts the most. When I can feel the blood dripping freely, then I switch hands. The bloody knife sinking into the clean flesh of my other virgin wrist. The blood begins to seep out of the wounds, I just sit watching it. I can feel the pain soothing, the life leaving me. My breaths get hoarser and raged. I let the vision of crimson shroud my every thought. All I can smell is the coppery scent of my own blood. All I can hear is my own heart slowing and the sick cruel laughter reverberating from my chest and throat. My vision of blood soon began to swirl away and my thoughts were drifting to a never ending ocean of darkness when I heard a very small voice calling my name. "Dee…" was all I heard and everything when black.
S/N: so it was super short, sue me! Don't really 'cause I don't have any money, reviews requested… PLEASE… I BEG OF YOU… REVIEW ME… yeah so I'm pathetic… future chapters coming soon!
